User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Mossflower Country & Beyond/@comment-3135907-20140730191442/@comment-26024035-20160423195236

The grizzled rat nodded stiffly and gestured to Sarrik, who swallowed slightly as she realized the veteran's truer intentions and began dragging the prisoner, who was once again kicking and screaming, toward the road. Far enough away from Redfang's earshot if he whispered, Skinjaw pressed a concealed dagger into the small of Sarrik's back and leaned in to whisper into your ear. "They're probably surroun'in' us right as we speak, Sarry... it c'd be so easy t' kill yeh an' blame it on those hidden savages..." "Please, Skins..." Sarrik whimpered softly. The young rabbit stopped struggling in the ratess' strong arms to listen in, surprised at the sudden change in his two captors. "Only I c'n replace Redfang once 'e kicks it. I won't be toleratin' no upstart like yew gettin' in me way!" Louder, he shouted out to the bushes. "Hoy, thar! We've got yore liddle leader!" The bushes remained unresponsive. "Surren'er... or we'll kill 'im!" The rat moved his dagger away from Sarrik's back and pressed it against the prisoner's soft throat. Feeling the cold metal, the rabbit merely scoffed. "Go on, kill me, you slobberin', bug-eyed buffoons! 'Twill only make 'em more bloodthirsty!"

Skinjaw suddenly thrust the dagger up to the crossguard in the prisoner's neck, slaying him as he choked horribly upon the keen blade buried in his flesh in a brilliant spray of ruby. Sarrik dropped the rabbit in surprise, and an arrow thudded into the ground between the two rats. They charged back to the rest of the band just as the bushes came alive with rabbits, mobs of the savage little creatures, daubed in fierce warpaint and screeching like little brown and white nightmares. "It didn't wooorrkk!" Skinjaw howled, before throwing himself behind Redfang.